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The New Normal

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The old normal
Was nothing 
Special.
This new normal
Is strangely
Unsettled.
I did ask you to 
"Be my baby tonight":
You told me that our
Love was not 
Up for adoption:
Sorry for throwing
My shoe
At you
But when someone
Pulls that cliché 
Shit
There really isn't 
Anything else left
To go to. 
How I long for
An unquiet mind
To make me
Furiously
Content
In mine.

This new normal
Installed a 
Premature 
Long black veil.
Drawn down
Leaving me
Treading the sidewalks
In the fullness
Of mourning.

A bugle horn sometimes
Sounds bugle call
For real.
And the Last Stand
Had 
Finally 
Been
Sounded
Across 
Deception Falls
After
The Jackass
Hee hawed
"Wolf!"
More times
Than I dare
To recall.

Life is now
Normal!
Yet to adjust
To normal things
When the past
Has been abnormal,
The present is fragile,
And the future 
Threatening
Disaster
Is a tall order,
It is makes me
Fragile if not
Quite bitter.

Hold me responsible to
Fix, withstand 
And wrestle:
When the fat has
Been trimmed 
The brutal 
Reality remains:
I have to 
Live with
Myself
After all.

So it's moonshiner's 
Life for me! 
Distilling the
Essence of the
Whatness
Of Life.
Boil it in the
Copper
Push it
Through the
Rags 
Used 
Infused 
And sullied.
Open the tap
And run off
The poison.
There is 
Never more than
A single shot of
Truth 
There
To down
Or else to 
Pour a 
Little over 
The Potter's field.
All that life...
So little yield
For the losses
And gains
The miles on the
Road, the hard
Hard rain,
And these
Sedentary days
Spent
Tapping
out life
on keys
And strings
Beating out 
The gold 
And copper
Thread
That runs 
Off
These odds
And ends
Of Days

Remembering
Eightball cuties
Methed out
And smokey,
Daisy Duck 
And Minnie Mouse
Getting down
And dirty
With Bugs and
Elmer
Sniffing glue
And raising
Hell...
And all those
Trailer Park 
Homies
With their
U100s and
Pills, both
Real and Phony,
And the tracks
And shacks
And chicken houses
And trains
That ran along 
The tracks
Lulling us to sleep,
Their lights shining
Into our bedroom
You cold as steel
Me drunk
And nodded out
And weak
Not daring
To feel
Anything
At all.

And now
In this 
New normality
I wonder
If I should have
Another
Shot
Of pumpkin spice
Syrup in my
Soy latte?
I wonder if anyone
Has a mind to spark 
Off mine?
I wonder if this gap 
Will get filled
Or if this
Is where 
My life
Ends?
Alone.

I'm looking
For a Jonah Persona
A rabbit's foot
Stapled to 
A rambling letter.
A new normality.
Something
Anything
To make 
The new
Normal
Feel 
A 
Little
Better.

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